Roscoe P. Coldchain - Im'ma k** This n***a lyrics

[Intro] Collect Call from "Rosco" sh** man, I'm tired of eating these cheechees boy, I'm gonna get something to eat, some good food, p**y, something like that Yo, what's the deal n***a you keep calling these motherf**ing collects and sh** n***a? Aye, yo, urm. Is Mika there? Man hell no Mika ain't here n***a Yo who the f** is this? Man this Liva n***a Liva? Yeah, my name Liva n***a You b**h as n***a, ay man this Rosco, put my b**h on the phone Man, get the f** out of here man, she cool on you n***a. Fall back Man watch the words that come out yo motherf**in' mouth man Yeah, whatever man Yo man, you might get hurt man Whatever, Whatever "You wanna settle it right here?" [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] Me and Mika I guess the world-a [?] my girl, I mean She my heart, my companion, a rider She thorough like no other chick I know She like my n***a, when we kicking it But oh so tender, she surrenders when I'm hitting it She don't condone the work I do; Hustling, was hurt a few Years ago, some n***a named Scope Was a hard-hitter I left a little work at her crib A little paper I owe I scoop it later, I ain't Really tripping doe [Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain} I'm fresh home from a 1 of 3 I did in the [?] correctional facility Got caught with a small 2.3 grams I cooked up How they get hooked up? Mika and this bag, probably had it when I got booked up She still live at her mother's And since her brother got kicked out With me down, he supposed to be the man of the house now? I think I'll give him a visit I still know where they living Knock at the door "Hi Mom" "Where you been?" "In prison !" Talk my way in, walk to the room. What's this? [?] a Smith and West forty, a fully loaded clip Any n***a can get it. I got something for 'em An appointment with the surgeon Back of an alley or a backstreet, I [Chorus: Ab-Liva] Im'ma k** this n***a Oo I can't wait Im'ma k** this n***a If there's beef, then there's war in the streets If it's on, then it's war with your peeps Until every shot cease Ain't no calling police [Verse 3: Ab-Liva] This n***a violating Robbed my girl's crib, got my work Got my burner, got the cash I was slipping He got my a**, I was flipping I got the mask, I was dipping I got the blast, I was tripping I wouldn't listen to reason, and then it flashed A vision was positioned. I'm sitting in clear gla** With a ten, all I hear is him taking his last gasp But my pride-a-make me ride, I'm sinning, a clear mask That my forty five long, that a [?] you like tear gas [Verse 4: Rosco P. Coldchain] I'm back with two strips A new mac, an even newer clique And I think that n***a Liva, he know what time it is I'm back on the map, thanks to you And Mika, he can keep her, already had your boo But I got something even more viable I got his pride in my hands, his money in my stash, and I ain't worried about a thing I ain't living in the past, my future plans? Keep it trucking. If we meet again, Imma trunk I'm, double pump him This ain't Pharell, and I ain't fronting Only time will tell, I ain't bluffing I will snuff 'em If I get a chance to, slump 'em If I get a chance to, I just purchased a forty one caliber and I want to see what these slugs do [Chorus: Ab-Liva] Im'ma k** this n***a Oo I can't wait Im'ma k** this n***a If there's beef, then there's war in the streets If it's on, then it's war with your peeps Until every shot cease Ain't no calling police [Verse 5: Ab-Liva] I went from South West to North That 18th to Oxford His Grandma's spot, where he sounding [?] not hard That little a** strip Where they say he play the block hard That little a** vest on his chest I hope it block hard [Rosco P. Coldchain] So you searching for me? Who the f** he think he is? He looking from me This flea is barking up the wrong tree n***a, I did what I did It is what it is He went to my block, even came to my grandma's crib [Ab-Liva] I'm on the low Rented out, tinted out Burner on my lap, with the window cracked, scoping for this n***a [Rosco P. Coldchain] It's whatever, Imma shoot your a** to the promised land And when you meet the lord tell 'em Scope sent you there [Ab-Liva] Or i'll send his a** first, but if worst comes to worst [Rosco P. Coldchain] Burners gonna burst and someone's gonna end up in the hearse [Ab-Liva] The worst mistake, a n***a make [Rosco P. Coldchain] Is to doubt you [Ab-Liva] I'll see you in hell [Rosco P. Coldchain] And it won't be the same without you [Outro] Hey, that n***a over there... Hey Liva b**h a** n***a Somebody got it n***a Get this motherf**er (gunshots) YEE HOMIE YEE (gunshots) OO OOOOOO (gunshots) OOO YOU MOTHERfu*k (gunshots and bombs drop)